Anger as a root of bitterness heard in the voices of my mother's sons
Locked me in a chamber of darkness full of reviling by the ones
Who's vineyards now I keep, and who derided me while I wept
Keeper of the vineyards they have made me, but my own I have not kept
I've been scorched by the sun, so don't look at me
But I'm beautiful to One, I am black but lovely
Had I only seen what now I can through the enlightening of the sun
Then I would've known just who I am, not what I thought that I have become
How vain it was to hide, how needlessly I repressed
Feelings of the shame that lingered inside, but now I just confess
I've been scorched by the sun, so don't look at me
But I'm beautiful to One, I am black but lovely
Born in sin and in the sight thereof
I am utterly despised
Dwelling in the kingdom of your love
I am beautiful in your eyes
Burdened with a load too hard to bear, with no reason there to remain
Tethered with what they entrust to my care but not what God ordained
Since I found the peace I had sought, and the rest that I had dreamt of
Now to my own vineyard I have been brought, and it's all because of love
I've been scorched by the sun, so don't look at me
But I'm beautiful to One, I am black but lovely